7 Days of Incest/Day 1/Wrestle for Control
Rose doesn't even seem to be paying attention to what you're trying to say. She goes for the button a third time, trying to weave around your hand to press it. But you were ready for it. Just as her finger hovered over the button, your hand lashes out like a viper and latches hold of her wrist. Gently but firmly, you pull it away from the button and push against her to try and limit her movements by pinning her against the shelf.
"Hey! What the... Let go!" Rose struggles against you, trying to pry her wrist from your grasp and reach for the button at the same time.
"The music is making everyone go deaf," you reiterate, leaning in close to her ear. "You can listen to it, but please... turn the volume down."
As she does so, you notice that your pants are starting to growing tight around the groin as your now stiffening bulge occasionally touches and rubs against her backside. With her low cut shirt showing off most of what she had and her matching skimpy skirt, how could you not be getting hard? At this point, she hasn't seemed to notice that nobody else is in the room. A shiver of pleasure is sent up your spine as your cock bumps against your sister, distracting you somewhat from the task at hand. You can feel a part of you screaming for relief, so much so that instead of reaching for the button yourself, your body leans in closer. Hoping that your sister thinks you're simply trying to hold her back, you place your free hand on her waist in order to get a better hold over her body and firmly press your crotch against her exposed backside.
"Jake... what are you doing?" Rose asked as she struggled against your hold. Each twitch of her muscles sent shivers down her spine and tiny shots of pleasure through your body.
"I told you my terms Rose," You reply, still trying to focus on the situation despite the delectable situation you found yourself in. "Are you going to play nice and turn the music down, or do I have to be the bad guy?"
"Go fuck yourself," She yells, once again reaching for the button with her free hand hand.
Welp, bad guy it is, You think to yourself.
Your immediate thought was to just confiscate the power cable and be done with it; after all, your bratty sister couldn't blast the music if the boom box had no power. However, a few other interesting ideas come to your sexually frustrated mind. You could continue milking this situation for all its worth and rub against her; hell, you could even just and use it as an excuse to punish her, if you really wanted. But then again, compared to the tightness in your pants, the boom box was starting to seem less and less consequential. You glance around, noting that there was nobody else in the room. You might be able to get away with being naughty, the proverbial devil on your shoulder pointed out...
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